Blessings from the Love of a Puppy

I’m sorry if my last post (Love for a Puppy) ended a bit abruptly.  It was done intentionally.  Hopefully after reading it you felt a little like you do when watching a movie and it suddenly ends without a full conclusion or after reading a book and arriving at the end only to have the author leave it up to you to figure out what happened next.  Knowing the loss of our puppy pairs in comparison to the loss of a human life, we believe God gave the Zbylot’s a small taste of what it feels like to loose something you love dearly.  While we no longer have Delilah physically with us, sweet memories with her do remain.  In addition, while we definitely would love to have her physically with us now, we would not trade the world for the lessons the children as well as Scott and I have learned through this experience.

Love for a Puppy

August 25, 2012 was a grand day for the Zbylot’s.  Our children had never had a puppy before and we had spent almost 9 months praying, researching, and looking for just the right one.  We had narrowed it down to a miniature female dachshund.  Then as we were coming home from my niece’s third birthday party, we passed two roadside tents selling puppies.  As we passed the second one, I told Scott we should probably turn around and see what they have.  Right as I was telling Scott he said that he was thinking the same thing.  This might not seem out of the ordinary for some people, but we had NEVER stopped to look at puppies on the side of the road.  We turned around and was going to head to the farthest one first and work our way back when the first stand caught our eye with the sign Terriers, Dachshunds, and Chihuahuas.